Truth is in somebody else's hands
Ashes and sand
I remember a girl called Johnny
Who changed her name when she
Who would dare?
The train came to town, boy, she got on it
She said, "I've had enough of both"
If she said goodbye, well I never heard
And the house that a girl called Johnny built
Black as hell, white as a ghost
Ashes and sand
They'd have torn her to pieces but
But the noise goes on, the noise, the jazz
Who was not scared
Is now just so much ashes and sand
A girl called Johnny
A girl called Johnny
"Don't talk about life and death"
I remember a girl called Johnny
To change or to be changed
Discovered her choice was
I remember her shoes like a ballerina
Without looking back, there was barely a word
